The soul in the grove

Introduction : Is it the presumed lifelessness of the foetus
 that grows in the womb, that they are so easily 
and recklessly aborted..the unborn feels

I look around my expanse
Plunged into dark, deep waters
A captive of loneliness.
My form grows
And time gives me hope
Of love and space
Of warmth cuddled
In the bosom of ‘Mother’-
The castle of my dreams…
SHATTERED by wanton daggers!
The gale of frozen motherhood
Sweeps in its cruel swiftness
The shreds of a life
‘In vain?’

   

~ UMA PARTHASARATHY  ~